Zhu Luo's words seemed calm, but they were actually extremely unyielding and tyrannical. Everyone knew that these words actually meant: You actually dare to attack me?
Wang Po's two feet did not move. He rolled up his sleeves and began to wipe his blade. He was only preparing for battle, but he had not even attacked. This already made Zhu Luo extremely angry, because it had been many years since someone had dared to attack him.
The Storms of the Eight Directions were almost like gods. Any action that attempted to attack gods was provocation, blasphemy, seeking death. Even if it was just a gesture, it could not be accepted, even if that person was Wang Po of Tianliang.
The people on the rainy street were also shocked. They did not understand why Wang Po would do this. He had no chance.
Zhu Luo's level of cultivation had long ago surpassed the secular world and entered the Divine Domain.
Not counting the White Emperor couple, there were twelve supreme experts in the human world, and he was one of them.
Wang Po was ranked at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation, the undisputed supreme expert of the middle generation. Back then, he had truly shocked the world by entering the upper level of Star Condensation at the age of forty, but the distance from the Saint Realm was like the distance between the sea of stars and a swamp.
Many people thought that Wang Po would enter the Divine Domain in the future and become a new generation of Storms of the Eight Directions, perhaps even achieving even greater accomplishments, but that was assuredly a matter of several decades or even several centuries.
In front of Zhu Luo, the current Wang Po was just a junior that could only bow his head and receive instruction.
Yet he wanted to attack Zhu Luo?
"Junior does not dare."
Wang Po raised his head and calmly, even somewhat woodenly, stared at Zhu Luo.
Zhu Luo's expression gradually calmed, and the mood on the rainy street somewhat relaxed.
Wang Po raised his blade and pointed it at this unshakable expert of the continent through the curtain of rain. "Senior, please go first."
The streets were in an uproar. Even the increasingly violent sound of the rain could not drown out the cries of alarm and discussion.
Zhu Luo's brows suddenly rose, and a majestic Qi soared into the sky, scattering the torrential rain.
Then he once more began to laugh, a cold and distant laughter resounding through all of Xunyang City.
"What a pity."
Zhu Luo indifferently said, seeming somewhat regretful. Because of the few people in the human world that had the greatest chance of entering the Divine Domain, one of them would die after today, without any more chances.
"What a pity." Su Li sighed.
He did not want Wang Po to die, so he did some things for him. However, Wang Po did not accept it, because Wang Po's path of the blade was different from his path of the sword. It was also different from Zhou Dufu's path of the blade back then. His blade emphasized on the word 'straight'.
When Wang Po rolled up his sleeves and wiped his blade, Su Li suddenly felt that this fellow's blade had the possibility of exploding with a radiance that was completely different from his and Zhou Dufu's, but perhaps even more interesting.
Therefore, he felt that it was a pity.
This world would probably feel regretful for not having the chance to see Wang Po's blade in the future.
Liang Wangsun looked at Wang Po in the rain and said nothing. His emotions were somewhat complicated. In order to complete a few things, to completely experience one's life, to give up one's life and advance towards a place that could not be challenged, to geniuses like them, was not something too difficult to understand or accept. Therefore, even if he had to pay with his life, he still wanted to kill Su Li. It was just that in his spiritual world, there was a vast sea of blood, so why did Wang Po do it? Was it really just based on the ideals in his heart?
As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt a lot of admiration. He thought to himself, no wonder he had been unable to catch up to this person in the past thirty years. No wonder no matter how crazily Xiao Zhang cultivated, he could not compare to this person. No wonder Xun Mei could only imprison himself in the Mausoleum of Books for the past thirty years. Only when he was about to die did he rely on his transcendence of life and death to stand shoulder to shoulder with this person.
Chen Chang Sheng was also looking at Wang Po. He didn't say anything, nor did he think too much about it. He just subconsciously sighed in admiration. He felt that Wang Po was very handsome, and for some reason … he felt a sense of closeness.
And then he understood. Wang Po was very similar to many of the people by his side … no, it should be that many of the people he knew were similar to Wang Po in certain aspects, such as Zhexiu, Tang Thirty-Six, Gou Hanshi, and … himself.
Those similarities were often the most dazzling, such as persistence, gentleness, determination, willpower, pride, silence, Chen Chang Sheng saw everything about himself and his friends in Wang Po. He wore an old robe, but there were countless rays of light. He saw the beauty of Chen Chujian in Wang Po, and he even saw Nanke.
Even though I know that I am no match for you, I still want to fight you to the death. This sort of person was truly extraordinary. Besides his senior brother Yu Ren, Chen Chang Sheng felt that he had another person to learn from in his life of cultivation.
Thus, he began to learn.
He rolled up his sleeves, and at the same time unsheathed the Dragoncry dagger.
Just at this moment, Wang Po inserted the hilt of the dagger into the opening of the sheath. With a crack, the dagger and the sheath became one, transforming into a large blade. Then, his two hands slowly tightened around the hilt of the dagger, and he stared straight at Zhu Luo.
Chen Chang Sheng thought to himself that it really was a great coincidence. He inserted the hilt of the dagger into the opening of the sheath, and as a result, the dagger became a broadsword with a very long hilt. He also tightly gripped the hilt of the dagger with both hands, staring straight at Zhu Luo.
Just like this, separated by a distance of over ten zhang, one in front and one behind, they stood in the rain.
Su Li sat on his horse, the rain washing his face. It was somewhat pale, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Zhu Luo walked over. The rain did not become heavier, but the wind became even more damp and cold, and the light became incomparably dim. Some people raised their heads to look at the sky, and saw that the dark clouds in the sky had become much darker.
Drinking Alone under the Moon did not go on blind dates. His Dao was to sever all emotions and extinguish his nature, to be incomparably pure and lonely.
As his footsteps rose and fell, the fallen leaves in the rain were suddenly jolted up, carrying the droplets of water with them as they danced in the cold wind. As these wet leaves danced, there was a desolate feeling that enveloped the long street.
Several groans and cries of pain came from the crowd. Those wet leaves that had been blown by the strong intent were like arrows, cutting several cultivators. Only then did the people come to their senses, and understand just how frightening the following battle was. One by one, they fled to even more distant alleys. In just an instant, the long street became even quieter, empty.
Empty was not the right word, because there was still the torrential rain.
In the torrential rain, the true unstoppable storm of the continent was currently slowly approaching.
Wang Po held his blade, Chen Chang Sheng led the horse, and Su Li sat on the horse, facing the storm.
Standing at the very front was Wang Po.
With a light clang, the metal blade rose up against the rain, held horizontally in front of him.
Wang Po did not move, because he was a junior, and Zhu Luo was a senior.
Zhu Luo naturally would not take advantage of him. He raised his hand and lightly tapped in the heavy curtain of rain, as if he had struck out.
A muffled clap of thunder resounded in front of Wang Po. The wind howled and the rain poured down, as if a waterfall had been formed there.
The wet leaves continued to dance in the rain.
Zhu Luo slowly walked over, his black cloak also dancing in the rain.
Wang Po's face paled several degrees.
His Blade Domain was enduring an unimaginable pressure. In the air in front of him, the rain flew chaotically. Several hundred scars constantly appeared and then disappeared. These scars were the result of Zhu Luo's Qi colliding with his Blade Domain.
Zhu Luo did not intentionally raise his Qi. He only slowly walked over, treating him like a distinguished guest.
The difference in strength between him and Zhu Luo was far too obvious.
Zhu Luo's sword intent had not been fully released, but it had already emptied the long street. Even the soundless walls on the two sides of the street had been cut into countless deep scars by the dancing leaves in the storm.
Wang Po's hand that gripped the hilt of his blade trembled, his knuckles somewhat white.
The torrential rain had drenched his entire body. Countless droplets of rain dripped down, and it was unknown how much of it was sweat.
In this one encounter, he knew that the golden wind could not blow away the jade dew. He was no match for Zhu Luo, but he still had no intention of turning around and leaving. He did not retreat a single step, his blade still held horizontally in front of him, like a dike or a mountain.
No matter how fierce the storm was, that dike still did not collapse, that mountain still stood before him, unparalleled and unparalleled.
Seeing that blade that had been washed by the rain and growing colder, sensing the unyielding will and unimaginable strength coming from the blade, Zhu Luo slightly arched his brows, feeling rather surprised. Even farther away, Xue He was even more shocked speechless.
Wang Po's blade was actually stronger than anyone had imagined.
His blade could actually endure the pressure of the Divine Domain.
How had he done it?
Xue He used a blade. Now that he saw that tall and thin man on the rainy street, he finally completely understood what Su Li had meant with those words he had said to him.
Wang Po only used a single blade.
Only one blade, only one path of the blade. Only this way was it pure enough, strong enough!
Before Wang Po, the most famous grandmaster of the blade on the continent was Zhou Dufu. Zhou Dufu also only cultivated a single path of the blade, the path of killing. He used life and death to break life and death. Wang Po could not learn Zhou Dufu's blade, so he walked his own path.
He walked a straight path.
Wang Po's path of the blade could be summed up in one word: straight. This straight, it was straight. He walked straight, and when he kept accounts, he wrote very straight strokes. He would never make a mistake in his calculations.
When he saw and did things, he always relied on his likes and dislikes, his likes and dislikes. It seemed like even his intestines were straight. So even though he was unspeakably wretched, when his blade left its sheath, it was assuredly sharp and cold, as straight as a mountain cliff.
How could even the fiercest storm destroy a cliff in such a short amount of time?
Zhu Luo had already moved.
Now, it was Wang Po's turn.
When he moved, he naturally used his blade.
When he moved, he used his blade.
He gripped the long hilt of his blade and slashed at Zhu Luo through the tempest and torrential rain.
Without question, this was assuredly the strongest blade of Wang Po's life, because Zhu Luo was assuredly the strongest opponent he had encountered in his life. If not for Su Li, logically speaking, before he stepped into the threshold of the Saint Realm, he would have had no reason to fight with Zhu Luo, and for the benefit of humanity as a whole, Zhu Luo would also not have attacked him.
In other words, this battle had occurred several decades in advance, perhaps even a hundred years.
The blade energy flourished, its edge piercing through all the curtains of rain and arriving in front of Zhu Luo.
Zhu Luo still had no intention of using his sword. He attacked again.
This time, he stuck out two fingers.
Wang Po's blade stopped in the torrential rain, unable to descend any further.
Separated by ten-some zhang, Zhu Luo's two fingers transformed into a storm and clamped down on Wang Po's strongest blade. It was just like how Liang Wangsun had used two fingers to clamp down on Chen Changsheng's sword. The difference in strength between Chen Changsheng and Liang Wangsun was as great as the difference between Wang Po and Zhu Luo, perhaps even greater!
The distance between the secular world and the divine had always been insurmountable.
The storm and the blade met on the long street, locked in a stalemate. The wet fallen leaves were still drifting in the air.
With a sharp swishing sound, several tears appeared on Wang Po's clothes.
In the end, his Blade Domain was not perfect, especially after he attacked with his blade.
For the supreme expert of the continent like Zhu Luo, his eyes were the Intellectual Sword.
A fallen leaf, seemingly in accord with the supreme principles of the world, avoided Wang Po's blade energy and floated down on the blade. An unimaginable amount of true essence followed this leaf and simultaneously descended. The blade fell like a large mountain.
Wang Po's face was snow-white, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
His Blade Domain had been broken.
What to do?
He suddenly took a step forward.
Then he lowered his waist, bent his knees, and turned his wrist.
He … drew back his blade.
The blade flew through the rain, returning with a light clang.
The fallen leaf was instantly reduced to shreds.
Su Li's cheers resounded through the torrential rain.
"Good blade!"
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(Using words to present an image is truly very difficult. I've always paid great attention to this aspect, and I personally believe that I've always done a good job. But when the real image appears, it will definitely have a different kind of beauty. Recently, the film adaptation of 'Choosing the Heavens' will slowly begin. This will definitely be an extremely long process. The concept film I made in advance feels pretty good. In a little while, I'll send it to WeChat for everyone to see. See you tomorrow.)
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